depression, unemployment, joy, marriage

L.T., the rescue hound, terrier, and golden retriever mix (part 3)

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“After twenty-two years, I lost my job.

L.T. has been my support.

He gets me out and walking every day.

I’ve lost fifteen pounds as well as my depression, since getting L.T.”

L.T., the rescue hound, terrier, and golden retriever mix (part 2)

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“We spent close to four hours with him–my entire family sat with him to make sure it was going to work.

He was gentle with my granddaughter and he got along with my daughter’s dog, so we adopted him.

After five months we got an email from Paws Crossed asking if we would be interested in setting up a play date with L.T. and his sister.

We were happy to have the sibling puppies socialize together.

We met at a dog park in Westchester and they got along beautifully.

They looked identical, and after ten minutes they were inseparable.

We are going to set up a play date once a month.”

L.T, the rescue Hound, Terrier and Golden Retriever Mix

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“L.T. is short for Logan Taylor.  There is another Logan in my apartment building, so I started calling him, L.T.

I was recently out of work, or semi-retired and I now have the time to devote to a puppy.

My family and I went to a rescue shelter in Westchester, called Paws Crossed.

My daughter and I found L.T.

He is a hound, terrier and golden mix.

We chose him because of his personality.

He was mellow.  He was four and a half months old and he was so serene.

He was there with his sister, but she was already spoken for.”

 

Charlie Meatball, the Rhodesian Ridgeback mix rescue (he said, part 3)

“After the four weeks of no walking he still had exercise restriction; no running and no long walks for another three months.

It was very rewarding when he was finally able to exercise.

He ran and ran and had 20 times the endurance.

The most important thing was that it was all worth it.

Without Charlie we wouldn’t live where we do.

We live by the park for Charlie.”

 

Charlie, the lab mix with a great smile (part 1)

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“I grew up with dogs.

I was single and living alone so I put off getting a dog.

When I got engaged and bought a house I decided it was time to get a dog.

I own my own business so I could take a dog to work.  I knew I wouldn’t be leaving him at home all day by himself because I had flexibility.

I knew I wanted a Labrador Retriever or a Lab mix.

There is a rescue agency based in Rhode Island that rescues dogs from down south and places them up and down the northeast coast.

I saw a photo of Charlie on their site.  He was brought up to a foster family in Rhode Island from Alabama.

I decided to surprise my wife.”

Zoe, the rescue from down the block (part 3)

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“I come from a family of dog lovers and they all lover Zoe.

There is a sidebar.

She is a huge jumper and got up on the dining room table recently and took a lamb shank off the table.

She will thieve food whenever possible.

She is a garbage disposal.

She is very smart and knows some lingo.  She knows the word Milwaukee, that means, let’s go for a walk.

She loves the word, garbagio– it’s her alter ego.  She’s the Zorro of garbage (she’s always hoping to find a few morsels).

My wife and I used to joke about getting a dog like Zoe before she was ours and I fell it was good fate, or luck.”

Zoe, the rescue from down the block

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“We called and she basically said, I can’t take care of Zoe, and asked, would you be interested in taking her?

I flew across country to get her and spent the night in L.A.

She slept on my lap throughout the entire 4 1/2 hour flight back to New York.

We’ve only had her 6 months but I spend a lot of time with her, more so  than anybody else because I am in a professional transition.

She gives me a great break while I am conducting my new business search.

She’s so affectionate and loving, and always wants to play.

She is a constant play companion, both indoors and outdoors.”

 

 

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 2)

“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.

She became a vivacious diva.

She was both regal and goofy.

She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.

But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).

I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.

I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job.  He was neither willing nor capable.

I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.

At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.

Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.

She was his queen.  It was phenomenal to watch.”

Batman, the fated dog (part 2)

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“All around, Batman is a source of unconditional love.

I moved back to New York City after a difficult breakup and Batman served as a great support system.

He was always there for me during lonely times.

Breakups tend to make you feel unimportant and dogs overcompensate to fill that void.

Batman is the sweetest thing.  He’s a cuddler and at night he sleeps between my arm and my shoulder.

I don’t have any sisters or brothers and Batman feels like family.

He’s like my child.

I feel responsible for him.

He requires a certain amount of maturity.

He keeps me in line and on a schedule.

Batman gives me structure.”

Batman, the fated dog (part 1)

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“I had a dog who got run over by a car and I was devastated about it.

I just thought the best way to get over that loss was to get another dog.

I looked at an online rescue agency called Mustard Sandwich and I saw Batman’s photo.

I wanted to get a dog and name him Batman.

Batman and his brothers were listed online and they were all named after cities except for Batman, who was already called “Batman.”

I thought; this is my fate.

I also thought, this is MY Batman.

I applied for him online.

I was moving from New York to Florida and picked him up on the drive down.

When I first saw him, he was only 2 pounds, his ears were all floppy and he was the cutest thing.”